We communicate with just moans and looks; that's all we need. I nibble on her ear, and she gives the faintest of moans. Throwing the bed sheet off, I ...in her shoulders down and increase my speed. From love making, we go into crazy, passionate and slightly rough sex, moaning and squeezing each other. I play with her clit as I fuck her and Nicole thrashes, orgasming hard, her nails digging in to my buttocks. “Fuck,” I pant, unable to muster much more. “Fucking hell, Gavin!” She moans softly. We. Turn to something else. If, however, you are one of a growing number of men, and women, young, or old, that is fascinated by this particular subject matter, then feel free to read on! Also, I use a religious point of view only as a plot device, so if you are sensitive to that, pro, or con, also be for warned. I use the religious theme in this story because of the long, and fluid nature of the history of religion in general. In other words, one person's definition of a 'cult' can be another. She stands up, pulling off her panties saying here, you keep them, toss them in the laundry basket, I’ll not be needing them anymore, I said there you go and we walked out together to find Nicole in her room and not even out where I left her.I think she was relieved to not find her daughter there then, so we sat down and watched some TV with her hand on my cock and my hand just slightly rubbing her clit.It was soon after that, that she bent down taking me into her mouth and started sucking me. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth allowing her full, ruby red lips to envelop the tall man’s swollen member. He let out an audible groan as the woman began to slowly bob her head onto his penis, taking him deeper with each motion. Her hands were holding his hips as he began to slowly thrust, meeting her lunges as his panting became more audible Click. Sophie knelt in the undergrowth. Her mouth was still open in disbelief. She was only just aware that her right hand was between her legs,.